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your address, I'll swing by Call up your friends, I'll get your whole fuckin' crew high Say bye, bye, bye to the wack And let it be known kid rock
by but exchange knuckles Where niggas go to floss jealousy in between a couple Cats that I recycled conversations with they forget the Knowledge
in the projects And I honestly I know I ain't got no business driving by but my intensions Is to understand some of you show you good love or two arm
We didn't give a fuck back then I ain't a kid no more We'll never be those kids again We'd drive to Syd's, had the X6 back then Back then No
kids So they're careful not to spoil us Well by now I spent thousands and thousands of dollars So I guess I've really left no doubt They say you got
and arms led astray, shy and pale, moral toupee, the kids are OK. The kids will grow up with their dads present, with dads taking them to rock concerts
Here i sit again with this pen and this pad Pouring my heart on a subject that's sad Of a mother thats keeping her kids from their dad And I wish i
Arms Talking guns and all On and on With more pogroms Elderly and children They wanna build a bomb Kill millions No matter what side you're on They
I got the midas touch in my eyes a gorgon stare Stuff the pussy full of white like a build a bear I don't mean to be vulgar but it's in my culture, by
scarf's a checkered table cloth His arms are hickory canes And the other kids are jealous That's why they complain Well one by one the snowmen Melted in
I was told go back where I came from Back where I belong, but I don’t know where I belong I was brought here in my mother’s arms Just a little
got his first car Between him and Luke, arm to arm Chocolate milk and a candy bar Sometimes I drive by Dawn Drive and wave to the kid I was when we
guerillas performin drive-bys up on ya gangstas Strapped the Cadillacs, my lyrical assault murder weapon I'll blow ya rips out ya mid-section Chinese
until the death of me But for the hustle and the lady on my arm now Plus all my kids and my mom's I'm a calm down And yo, we doin' just fine,
too real She made sure her kids had a home cooked meal I know it's hard by yourself Single mother, no help You did a damn good job if I could say so
(Uh uh ah) Let me put my arms around your head (Dom do ah) Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed Don't forget to turn on the light Don't laugh babe,
(Uh uh ah) Let me put my arms around your head (Dom do ah) Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed Don't forget to turn on the light Don't laugh babe,
round-up in the sky. I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock. I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock. Carryin' out a million dollars in my
and my daughter gettin' chased by my son The water gun is in his arms, that lil' nigga can run He get it from his daddy side, you know, them Nigerians
of sleeping For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning Dreaming that her kids would have a better life Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what) Fit for two clips (what) The kid is a nuisance (yeah) Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
Notre Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal
Fuck a baby daddy, take his kid’s Mott’s Leave both dem bastards pissed off Fuckin on yo auntie, got a wristwatch I’m tryna buy da world wit dis big cock
kept arms Thirty eight longs inside my mom's Buick At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news Iron cuffs, arms through it; or stuffed
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